With gratitude to Taseer who ,I know not how ,knew that it is a rainy sunday in my neck of woods.Thinking then ,of flowing waters , choppy seas and life's parade passing me by .......
Is it a longing seaward stare
or just a droopy quay-side look
do I take the tide on flood
or let the shallows be my brook ?
The glimmering beach-head beckons still
with splintered hour-glasses strewn,
did the sands just vacuous sift
or time on view-less wings has flown ?
But hark ! anon, when rainbow flumes
whisper to the clouds that fly
I tautly tensile raise my fist
and salute before the ship goes by.
Is it a longing seaward stare
or just a droopy quay-side look
do I take the tide on flood
or let the shallows be my brook ?
The glimmering beach-head beckons still
with splintered hour-glasses strewn,
did the sands just vacuous sift
or time on view-less wings has flown ?
But hark ! anon, when rainbow flumes
whisper to the clouds that fly
I tautly tensile raise my fist
and salute before the ship goes by.
